Mr. Squicciarino was a gentleman. As a child I was in awe of him...he was tall, handsome with a big bright smile.
My fondest memory of him was the day he taught me how to spell Squicciarino. I was 9 years old and passing by his house. I went up the driveway when I saw him outside and we began talking...he held me by the elbows to bounce me up and down while spelling his last name in a sing-song way...so much fun for a child... I adored him after that. Rest in Peace, Mr. Squicciarino.
